After Fa Hai and Neng Ren left Kyoto, they have been wandering around the capital like headless flies. After one night, they have walked a lot of distance, but they have only left Kyoto for more than ten miles.

This would be a pain for the few Qintian Prison personnel who were hanging far behind them.

Please take care of the news that this person has powerful and unfathomable magical powers, so you must be very careful when tracking this person, otherwise your life may be in danger if you are discovered!

I think Wei Feng, who is so powerful in Kyoto, was beaten like that by Fahai. It is said that it was just a slap from Fahai. How could they, the little fishes and shrimps who follow orders, dare to provoke such terror?

existence?

In the end, the spies from the Qintian Prison who had been following him all night were exhausted, but they did not complain about Fahai's weird behavior. Instead, they cursed Wei Feng in their hearts for sending them here.

Damn it, why didn't this monk slap him to death? We must follow him and suffer this!

"Master, where are we going?"

Neng Ren, who was under the starlight, followed Fahai step by step and asked questions. Fahai looked around and saw that everything was deserted forests and wild roads, with occasional farmers and villages. However, at this hour, he had already fallen asleep with the lights on, so he

Not only did he sigh softly:

"As a teacher, I don't know. Let's go and see."

Neng Ren nodded, and from time to time he would open his mouth to ask Fahai some questions. The latter had already been very patient with this little guy, and answered his questions over and over again without getting tired of it.

"Master, why are the four heavenly kings so ugly?"

"Before they became enlightened, they were famous evil spirits in hell, specializing in eating little devils alive. Later, they were subdued and converted by the Buddha, and then they became Buddhist protectors."

"Master, why do you keep to the right every time you walk on the road?"

Fahai was slightly stunned, then smiled and said: "I'm used to it."

As Fahai's circle around Kyoto City grew larger and larger, Neng Neng, who was younger and had relatively shallow cultivation, gradually became tired and stopped asking those weird questions. Heavy breathing began to come out of his mouth. Fahai

Wanting to take this opportunity to exercise his will, Fa Hai deliberately turned a deaf ear and strode forward. What surprised Fahai was that his little disciple, who had always had many problems and was easily frightened by others, actually had no willpower even to the limit.

It's rare to have such a temperament when you ask to stop.

"Can you bear it, are you tired?"

"Disciples are not tired."

"Monks don't lie."

"I'm so tired that my shit is coming out."

"..."

In the second half of the night, Neng Ren, who had been following Fahai Shenou, was already lying on Fahai's generous back. He looked at his master's spotless white monk's robes, which were soaked with his own sweat.

Embarrassed, and at the same time he couldn't restrain his nature of having a hundred thousand whys, he started another question-and-answer game with Fa Hai on the quiet road.

"Master, your magic power is so high, why do you still listen to that prince's orders?"

Fahai shook his head slightly and said: "Life is in the world of mortals. No matter how powerful your magic power is, you can't escape. You only see a prince, but you don't know what kind of power class is behind him. In our practice, we have profound humanistic practices and capable people."

What you can't do is that you are already feared by those in power. If you touch their bottom line again one day, it will be tantamount to being an enemy of the entire world. If you can endure it, if it were you in this situation today, what would you do?

Do?...Hmm? Can you bear it?"

Fahai asked several times in succession, but no one responded behind him. Just when he asked again and again, he heard the even and deep breathing of this little guy, who actually fell asleep leaning on Fahai's back.

Fa Hai subconsciously slowed down his steps, looked up and saw that the sky was almost dawn, so he carried Neng Ren on his back and no longer walked around Kyoto, but stopped at the edge of a field near a farm village. It seemed that

Who are they waiting for? Several spies from the Qintian Prison who were following Fa Hai were already miserable. One by one, they fell to the ground as if they had found a treasure. One of them accidentally broke a branch and let out a slight cry.

sound.

This sound was undoubtedly like thunder in the ears of the spies. Because Fahai's cultivation is as high as the sky, this sound is likely to expose their actions!

Ignoring scolding the careless companion, the three pairs of frightened and nervous eyes stared at Fahai who was standing near the field, but saw that the latter seemed to have no reaction and did not even look at them.

Only then did the spies breathe a sigh of relief.

Little did they know that Fahai, who had his back to them, was curling his lips in disdain. In fact, the actions of these three people had been discovered by Fahai as early as when they left the gate of Kyoto City. Fahai kept silent along the way in order to call out those behind them.

Don't worry, you won't have to make excuses to cause trouble to the Kyoto City Buddhist Gate.

Fahai waited not long on the field ridge when he saw figures carrying hoes appearing in the distance. He quickly greeted them and saluted with one hand raised:

"Two benefactors are polite. The young monk and his disciples are traveling far away to practice hard. They are not familiar with the place here. I am afraid that they may accidentally fall into the hands of the bad guys without knowing it. I ask my father-in-law to point out a clear path for the young monk and his disciples!"

These days, as long as you are not a monk asking for money, you can basically talk about anything. Moreover, Fahai has a humble attitude and is carrying a sleepy little monk on his back. He doesn't look like the kind of cheater.

The bastard monk cheated him out of drinking, so the old man also put down his guard, held the hoe on his shoulder with one hand, and pointed to the east where the sun was rising:

"Go straight, as long as there is no problem where the official roads are, don't go to the west and south. I heard it is a bit chaotic. Many people have gone there and never come back. They are all said to be magical. There is everything you can say, and there are monsters to eat.

People, black spots can kill you, you have to be careful with a little baby!"

Fahai listened to the old man's words and sincerely thanked him with his hands together. If Mahayana monks like them want to sincerely thank someone, then that person will definitely accumulate negative virtues and blessings invisibly.

Report.

The young man who was following the old farmer seemed to have a father-son relationship with him. Seeing that Master Fahai and Master Nengren looked like they had nothing to offer, he took out two rice balls wrapped by his wife in his arms and handed them over.

Fahai originally wanted to refuse, but couldn't resist the young man's enthusiasm and stubbornness:

"Even if you don't eat, the baby will always eat. The baby is growing!"

There were no polite or flowery words, just a simple sentence that the child is growing. Fahai found that he could not find any reason to refuse. They brought money with them when they left Kyoto, but in the wilderness mountains and forests outside the city, there was no money.

It may not be possible to buy safe and reliable food. Fahai was stunned for a moment, and then took the gift from the young man with both hands.

"No reward for no merit, please tell the donor his name, so that the monk can chant sutras and pray for the donor in the future!"

The old farmer grinned with a big mouth full of yellow teeth and said, "Eat one bite of food. It's not a famine year now. You can always get it. It's not worthy of any blessing!"

Fa Hai put the two rice balls into his arms and put them away. He bowed sincerely and watched the two farmers, father and son, go away. He was chanting Mahayana Buddhism to accumulate blessings for the two of them.

Three spies from the Qintian Prison in the distance saw all this. One of them said in confusion: "Isn't it just a rice ball? This monk is making too much fuss!"

Different from this person's disdain and incomprehension, one of the colleagues immediately rolled his eyes after hearing this: "You know nothing, this girl is called an eminent monk!"

After this small episode, Fahai identified the direction and finally chose to go to the west. Halfway through, Fahai was still thinking that if he could bear to stay awake, he would have to dig deeper at this time.

Let’s find out what’s going on.

After walking like this for an unknown amount of time, probably more than ten miles away, Fa Hai finally found a unique inn in the wilderness. His usually plain face could not help but reveal a smile at this time.

Oblivious to the complex smell of blood and sweat in the inn, he came to the front desk with great interest and said to the innkeeper who had scars on his face and looked like he was not a good person:

"Shopkeeper, stay at the hotel!"

Boss Scar was stunned for a while when he heard this, because their black shop was already well-known in the neighborhood, and no one had come to stay in it for a long time. Previously, he heard from his subordinates that monks, big and small, were coming here.

He also thought about evading it and finding a kinder subordinate to come and receive him. Unexpectedly, the monk came so quickly and there was no time to evade him.

Fortunately, this great monk looks smart and handsome, but in fact he seems to be ignorant of the world. Not only is he not at all wary of Boss Scar's appearance, but he immediately wants to stay in the store. Boss Scar, who has been doing business without capital for so many years, feels pity for this guy.

Suddenly the fat sheep knocked on the door.

After looking up and down Fa Hai, who looked neither tall nor thin, Boss Scar tried his best to look kind and said:

"I have a natural affinity for people in Buddhism. Master came just in time. The apartment in the shop is the cheapest..."

At this moment, Nounen, who had been leaning behind Fahai, finally woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, Nounen smelled the same smell that he had when he slept in the black spot when he came to Beijing. He still remembers it to this day.

The chef's expression and tone when he described this taste.

It's the smell of blood and sweat mixed together.

He couldn't help calling softly behind Fahai: "Master!"

Fahai turned his head slightly and said with a normal expression: "Are you awake? I have rice balls sent by two donors. You can eat them first."

I could endure the stunned result and received the rice ball that Fa Hai handed over. Although I believed in the master's ability, I felt a little uncomfortable when I opened my eyes and found myself in a dark shop. So I was about to say something, but I heard Fa Hai minding his own business.

He smiled and said:

"Didn't you ask me where I wanted to go before? In fact, what I was looking for was a black shop."

There was silence in the front hall. Boss Dao Scar, who was trying his best to show a kind smile, looked extremely stiff. Looking at Fa Hai's ordinary face, he thought for a while that he had heard wrong and said with a smile: "Master is really joking."

But Fahai didn't give him any face, and just said firmly: "Is that what you're talking about?" Then he turned around and went to the guest room upstairs.

Just kidding, in the middle of nowhere, how could there be other customers in this black shop? Every guest room is not empty, so you can't just enter any one?

Boss Scar was a little confused. He felt as if he had been insulted, but for some reason he couldn't get angry. He just felt a little embarrassed about his face.

Nengren could not help but praise him casually while eating rice balls: "Master, you are so domineering."

"Stop talking nonsense, come down when you wake up, sink to death!"

With Fahai's cultivation level, let alone a half-year-old child, it is more than enough to carry a solid stone lion on his shoulders, and he can walk like flying. How can he feel that a child is heavy? The reason why I say this is just that I am not used to this kind of relationship.

Boss Scar had been watching Master Fahai and his apprentice disappear around the corner of the stairs without saying a word. At this time, a subordinate came over and asked in a low voice: "Boss, how do you make this ticket?"

Swallowing his saliva, Boss Scar said with difficulty; "Let's... let's not do it for now. This thing seems a bit strange... Labor and management need to think about it carefully first..."

Outside the inn, three spies from the Qintian Prison gathered together and said, "How did this monk get into the black shop? He has so much magical power, but he doesn't understand the world at all!"

"Nonsense, you have to cultivate immortality every day, you know nothing about human nature!"

"Then why don't you report it to Mr. Wei Feng? I don't think he will go out tonight."
To be continued...